Love in ten lines? Continue reading Love In Ten LInes/Poetry+
Monochrome Moments Technicolor life, though brilliant and light, stimulating, bright in all of its wonder, can be missing you see the subtle clarity of those times we view the world around us through a lens which shows the shadows, the glows of perfection and knows the honesty in a moment thus viewed beckons the spirit’s shining hope of eternity’s home through a glimpse of its creation in monochrome. Cheryl KP copyright 2014 Continue reading Monochrome Moments
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington copyright photo and words 2014 We left our band of friends about the make ceremony, calling to the Eternal Realm for blessing on their desire to create new life on their world. Shadowed by the act of deceit which took place in the Sacred Garden, the Light Ones are encouraged by the words of the Sorceress and are eager to be in the presence of the Creators again. The Secret/The Revelation When all the preparations were complete and the sun began slipping behind the distant crests, everyone took their place within the Circle of Union, the name … Continue reading The Secret/The Revelation/Forever Never
Angel Little angel dropped to Earth, do you understand the ‘why’s’? Can you remember whence you came, you glorious surprise! Your upturned nose and tender skin, the hair of down, so soft and light. What dreams that fill your tiny … Continue reading Angel/Poetry
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington copyright My apologies for the lengthy departure from the story, but life has a way of throwing out those curves. When we left the inhabitants of Dohman, M’na had given birth to Eternity’s hope of the soul’s completion in her son. The ceremony of dedication was joined by those in the Eternal Realm, arriving in the forms of the creatures who inhabit M’na’s world. All was well until Ar’tine arrived, stirring the protective emotions in the new mother of Dohman. Before he left, wounded, a temporary truce had been made; but it did not stir the dark … Continue reading A Mother Grows Lonely/ Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion
Hello, this past week I had the honor and pleasure of seeing a lovely piece of art done by a fellow g+ poster named Paul Hawarth. It moved me so much that I could not rest until I found a way to express the feelings I had in written word. I told Paul it just seemed so mighty. He was so kind to display our collaborative effort on his google page and, likewise, I am posting it here. I hope you enjoy the words and image that we have blended together. He was inspired to do this piece in light … Continue reading Beauty in Partnership/Poetry and Art
Another from the archives…. Passion’s Dream I lie alone in the shadows of the night. Through the darkness your passions come to me, all enveloping. I am lost in desire. Heart’s resolve, the mind’s will to direct is smothered by the fire that burns within my breast. Touch that sears my flesh and moves me to helpless oblivion. Voice that woos and tempts me, pulling me out of myself. My conscience withers beneath your gaze. My body aches for oneness with yours, so gentle yet so strong. Heart pleading in earnest for release from … Continue reading Passion’s Dream
I have had a fascination with dragon lore for most of my life and have, at different times, attempted to create renditions. In light of my recent novel and a renewed interest in these mystical creatures, I wanted to post these older art pieces before I try my hand at a new piece. The one above was done about ten years ago, during a time of Spiritual awakening and growth. I find the face a bit too “friendly” for what I have in my with my current project. But it was an attempt at an Atlantis reference, so a peaceful … Continue reading Dragons in my Mind
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl P. As the story continues, Eolas enters the land of the Warrior so that they might continue on to Foirfeachta where the others await their arrival. Soon will be the time for celebration and ceremony. If only they could be certain the Darkness which torments existence were really healed within this child, the first human born upon their world…. Hunter and Warrior Unite Laoch returned Eolas’ greeting with his own upraised arm, at first forming a fist, then extending his fingers into a wave as had become his … Continue reading Wisdom Meets Strength/Hunter and Warrior Unite
As we rejoin the Creators, preparations are being made for the coming of Dohman’s first born human child. While its parents struggle with the strange and exhilarating sensations of this responsibility, the Eternal Realm provides a means of support. In the land surrounding Foirfeachta, a new male arises from the essence of their world- one who will act as, friend, counselor….and eventually, protector.
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion
by Cheryl Pennington
all written and artistic works copyright by the author
XXI A Time to Make Ready
Mac, Inion and Bandia were preparing for the new soul’s descent to Dohman. They were eager and anxious to realize the result of their efforts. As’me longed to be given another chance at life, this time as the offspring of the First Couple; but she was told it was not yet her time, even though she had progressed greatly in her healing. Mac assured the impatient soul that she would have a special place in their plan, but it was not to be at this moment.
Ar’tine, too, wanted As’me to be given this chance to be reborn in the flesh; but his hope stemmed from his selfish desire and to ease the burden of his own guilty conscience. How he longed for her to be given the chance at the greatness he had robbed her of. Finite thinking within the realm of infinity was truly his great error.
Mor continued to hold out hope that the god would outgrow this persistent need for ego fulfillment. Still, It knew all of Ar’tine’s intentions were born out of love for His Creation. This, Great Spirit understood above all else. The dark god continued to watch the unfolding events upon Inion’s world with growing envy, and he reveled in the new sensations that had been experienced by Dohman’s beloved caretakers. He felt their fire and desire, fueled by a deep longing for completeness.
It was a desire that ached within everything in Eternity, although he was certain the others didn’t understand the true nature of this longing the way that he did. They remained broken-always trying to please, trying to correct, to renew and Unify, always without complete satisfaction, even with their freedom to create at will. How much wiser he thought himself to be because he understood the dark rift could never be repaired. He was certain of this and embraced that truth, becoming as one with it for he also knew what it needed. It could not be destroyed, nor hidden and tamed. What it needed was to be quenched, like a thirst. It seemed he was always hungry and thirsty in his soul, and with little relief.
He had experienced some satisfaction through the union of M’na and Fireann, a small swill of perfect ecstasy. Their physical joining was wondrously delicious; and he knew there could be more. He could not understand why they had been denied this gift before now and why they would be denied again. Impatience was the fertilizer for the Dark Tree that now invaded every molecule of the god’s Essence. He was simply harvesting it in the Garden of Light for the time being. It wasn’t a plan really. It was more of an unfolding….
The cycles of rebirth for all other living things on Dohman was known; but since no human had experienced a full cycle, no one could predict the moment of arrival for the infant forming inside of M’na. Every natural born physical creature arrived as smaller, more immature versions of their creators, so it was assumed it would be the same with humans.
M’na soon felt movements of life within and new sensations were flooding her being. Some were not so pleasant, but most were glorious. She no longer changed form to fly or to swim with the creatures of Dohman. Instead, she contented herself with preparing a place for the new life that was being entrusted to her care.
Fireann continued to gather and care for the living things in the Garden as they prepared for the coming of the child; but no more did he travel to distant places, preferring to be a dedicated companion to his female. His greatest satisfaction was to see her glowing countenance as new life grew within her body; and yet, along with his joy, there had been a nagging sense of exclusion which was chipping away at his peace of mind. He felt that he was somehow on the outside looking in at this miracle that was forming within his female. He knew his role in this creation was important, but it seemed a more detached connection than M’na’s. To honor his promise to the Goddess Mother, and in the Light of Love, he busied himself with making ready a safe and comfortable place to welcome the new life instead of feeding his own emptiness. He found comfort in knowing it would be for him to protect Eternity’s new creation from harm until it could care for itself. He and M’na had seen all of the living beings on Dohman giving birth, licking their newly brought forth creatures clean, nourishing and nurturing them before eventually nudging them up and onto their own legs, out of burrows and down from nests. He assumed it would be much the same way with their young one.
There was, along with all of the practical planning, the certain knowledge that they must encourage this new life to walk in the way of Spirit and help it to understand how special it was-pure balanced Love from the heart of Eternity. This human child would bring Perfection back to their world.
Mor was saddened to sense that Fireann did not understand that the world of Dohman, as a part of the All that Is, was already Perfection. Inion’s creation was simply no longer aware of its perfection. This was the Hope, this was the goal being manifest in the experiment. To end the sense of lack and separation that had begun with the first Creation.
XXII Help for Dohman
Dohman had, in the time since the great Devastation brought on by the birth of Mac n Mor, undergone climatic changes. When Mac gifted Inion’s world with the great light of fire they called Sun, things were more diverse. There was growth in places where there had only been brilliance of color, and the entire world was completely habitable.
In the eternal realm it was decided that the birth of M’na and Fireann’s child would bring great change. M’na knew in her existence the gift of immortality on Dohman and Fireann would live long; but what of the child, being born purely of the flesh and created from flesh? None was certain of the length of his physical mortality, but all knew that the soul which had been so carefully prepared was eternal. Energy from energy would return to the Realm when no longer within the body, as had become evident with the death of As’me.
Mor saw what powerful effects Perception had wrought upon Its own creations and upon their own after that, even with Unconditional Love completely enveloping them. It was decided there would be a need for support in the world of this new family and for the new human life that would restore balance within the Spirit of Creation.
Inion and Mac were sent to create other humans, and each would be placed in areas surrounding The Garden Home where the First Family was to live, all possessing special gifts that would be ever ready in order for them to guide, protect and serve the Keepers of Dohman. Continue reading “Eolas, the Hunter/Forever Never”